Moon looked up at the sky where the vision of the flowing river had appeared and vanished, that inexplicable feeling of closeness still lingering in his chest, something that had reached down out of the heavens specifically for the newborn creature at his side.
What legacy is it giving you right now? What legendary path are you walking, somewhere I can't follow?
He didn't have the answer. He could only wait, waiting in the quiet after the storm, watching over his unconscious turtle as it journeyed somewhere Moon himself had only been once.
A slow, awed smile crossed his face.
"Whatever you come back with," he murmured, resting a hand gently on the golden shell, "I have a feeling it's going to be good."
Outside, the storm had fully cleared, the sky calm once more, as though the heavens themselves were holding their breath, waiting for the little turtle to return from the River.
Moon decided to store Honeybun inside his beast taming space.
